A Song of Ascents.
1 Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes,
O thou that sittest in the heavens.
2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their master,
As the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress;
So our eyes look unto the LORD our God, until he have mercy upon us.
3 Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us:
For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
4 Our soul is exceedingly filled
With the scorning of those that are at ease,
And with the contempt of the proud.
In simple words we use this psalm to cry out to God, sharing our low estate. We are low and have no one here on earth to lift us up. There are many who are at ease, but not us. There are many with pride, but we have no boast.
It is to God and God alone in whom we can hope. We lift and reach our hands to him as to a master: one who, as Lord, gives, provides and directs our steps. Our society has few literal masters today. Yet, I think we can still identify with this psalm. We may wish our boss would listen to our plight, rather than the plotting machinations of our coworkers. We wish our government leaders would heed our need, rather than the voice of strong lobbyists. We have no masters and are left without help.
Thus, God is our dependable master. This should not intimidate us, but give us hope. True, he has work for us to do, but there is no shame in work. As we humbly work, as low people on this earth, we are confident that our master defends our cause. The scornful and proud are turned back, our Lord lifts us up.